That Girl

That girl is so cruel,
with her long shining hair,
with her big brown eyes,
and inviting stare.

She struts her stuff,
hoping to impress.
shamelessly flirting,
with her best Friend's ex.

She knows it's wrong,
she knows it so why?
why can't she stop staring
into his eyes?

She hates herself,
she knows it's not right,
but he's still the one she wants to talk to all night.

No longer can she look her friend in the eyes,
she's doing nothing wrong,
yet herself, she'll still despise.

She's hypocritical,
she knows it, she sees,
O god what have i done?
how could i let that girl be me?